![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Oct. 5th, 2020 at 12:24 PM
Who: Gamora and Peter
What: Attack the cloverfield monster
Where: New York Harbor
When: Just after Tony's message comes through
Status: Complete
Warnings: The mouth on this boy. The f-bomb has been deployed.
After answering Tony's net post, Peter had gone to the weapons locker, planning to join them at the Portal entrance. He'd just holstered his element guns, selected a number of grenades that were guaranteed to not blow off his junk and shoved His arms into his jacket, when he heard the comm unit explode with the sounds of panic.
He caught the words monster and Statue of Liberty and realized that the cape crowd was going to have to manage the portal without them. Peter hit the button on his personal comm, "Gamora, what's your ETA? Have you seen Groot?"
He began the pre-flight systems check, hearing the whine of the engines coming online and flipped the weapons system to hot standby.
What: Attack the cloverfield monster
Where: New York Harbor
When: Just after Tony's message comes through
Status: Complete
Warnings: The mouth on this boy. The f-bomb has been deployed.
After answering Tony's net post, Peter had gone to the weapons locker, planning to join them at the Portal entrance. He'd just holstered his element guns, selected a number of grenades that were guaranteed to not blow off his junk and shoved His arms into his jacket, when he heard the comm unit explode with the sounds of panic.
He caught the words monster and Statue of Liberty and realized that the cape crowd was going to have to manage the portal without them. Peter hit the button on his personal comm, "Gamora, what's your ETA? Have you seen Groot?"
He began the pre-flight systems check, hearing the whine of the engines coming online and flipped the weapons system to hot standby.
Comments
He flew over the top of the massive thing and tapped the side of his helmet to scan it more closely. At first what he saw irritated him even more, it was heavily armored almost everywhere. He couldn't help thinking, Couldn't it have been a blob? Stay Puff Marshmallow man? No. Of course not. Finally, he saw a set of dimpled spots close to what would have been armpits on a humanoid.
"I'm seeing what might be softer spots. They look like Taserface's Bernatian pox craters." He began firing into one of them.
"You got a plan for what you're going to do when this a-hole finally hits the ground?" Peter really wanted this sob to die. He also really wished that Gamora had an aero pack on, a set of jet boots....anything.
Edited (Look. My boy is cranky okay? It's how we're rolling me and him and this cast. ) 2020-10-06 04:57 am (UTC)
She retracted her blade and, gripping the hilt in both hands, leaped up, performing a backflip that an Olympic diver would be jealous of and at the very last second, released her sword as she thrust the hilt toward the highest pockmark, shoving it into his body cavity. The drag of the blade through tough flesh and alien organs slowed her descent. Sickly yellow brown sludge bubbled out of the wide gash and left trails down the monster's pale skin, carrying an odor of decaying walrus and the vomit of the pregnant Chitauri leviathan her father had made her feed when she was 8.
The flesh of this thing was hard enough to cut through, Gamora really did not want to dent her sword hitting its pelvic bone. She planted her feet against the creature's hip instead, retracting her sword and pushing out away from the waterfall of what she guessed was the thing's blood.
This was a bad idea, she had just enough time to think, the sensation of falling making her feel like she couldn't catch her breath. Then her back hit Peter's solid chest and his arms were around her, and there was air in her lungs again. "Hey you..." she twisted to wrap an arm around his neck.
Edited 2020-10-06 06:15 am (UTC)
She fell.
He managed to dive for her, hoping to catch her in his arms like the Swayze would have. Instead, he crashed into her body, dropped both blasters as his arms came around her and then dodged as the beast's head lolled toward them.
Peter flew back to the Benetar, not bothering to look back as the monster keened mournfully and thrashed until at last, it lay quiet, the only sound the wall of sirens.
Nothing had actually been wrong with the plan in her head, and everything had worked perfectly, right up until the moment she had been in freefall and her brain shut down.
"Peter..." she said tentatively, trying to gauge exactly how pissed he was.
He pulled away long enough to yank off his jacket and drop it to the floor. Calloused hands plunged into Gamora's hair as he kissed her again, fury and fear combating one another until he was breathless.
Drawing back, he looked at her again. Words failed him.
"That was stupid," She mumbled against his skin. "The last time I did that move, I had a fucking aero-rig on. I wasn't thinking. I..." she paused, pressing her lips against his skin. "Nothing has ever felt better than your arms around me just now. I thought.."
Edited 2020-10-06 07:43 am (UTC)
"We need to get back to the tower. I don't want our ship confiscated," he started toward the cockpit and turned back to Gamora and pulled her close again. "You scared the shit out of me."
He looked at her again, "Oh god, Gamora. I'm an asshole. Are you okay? Really? I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry." He wrapped her in his arms again and brushed his lips over her.
"I will always catch you. Okay? I will."
She took a few breaths before opening her eyes. "I'm okay. I'm good. The whole fighting a bad guy felt really good until I was falling and then it was like..." She paused, realizing that he was right. She wanted to be curled up against him for this conversation and they really needed to move their ship before the authorities decided to come take their statements. "Lets go home," she suggested. "That way we can have some privacy."
Edited 2020-10-06 08:39 am (UTC)